Saturday, 20 July 2013

Confronting a sea, a moor, or standing on a mountain, you
can almost hear the unknown, invisible presences; you know they are there,
almost within touch, speaking an occult language, and you feel the power rise
up within. You are the lightning rod, the receiver of a pantheistic, atavistic
surge of ultimate energy and power, and it makes you laugh with pure delight or
cry with gratitude.

We offer an invocation to, and an evocation of the hidden,
averse, heathen powers that seethe within our native soil. Come leave your
timid gelded civilised masks, bow down and rise up, reborn, within our
whirlwind.